toology514
06-01-2008, 02:31 AM
The once was a gentleman fishmonger
He was a dishonest man.
His daughter was a loving b*tch
With loving canine eyes.
He'd take her out a-hunting
And set her out as bait.
To snag the temp'ral glory
His prattle and shallow wit abate
And when the pretty approached the lure
And did decline to bite,
The old man bared his dog's insides
In hopes his quarry
just still might.
So as the maggots festered,
The falseness flourished too,
A forsaken, fetid carcass
Lay fruitlessly askew.
But in the end the hunter
Was bitten by the prey
And now in shallow Danish soil
His perfidious corpse decays.
Comments, Criticism, and Death-Threats welcomed.
He was a dishonest man.
His daughter was a loving b*tch
With loving canine eyes.
He'd take her out a-hunting
And set her out as bait.
To snag the temp'ral glory
His prattle and shallow wit abate
And when the pretty approached the lure
And did decline to bite,
The old man bared his dog's insides
In hopes his quarry
just still might.
So as the maggots festered,
The falseness flourished too,
A forsaken, fetid carcass
Lay fruitlessly askew.
But in the end the hunter
Was bitten by the prey
And now in shallow Danish soil
His perfidious corpse decays.
Comments, Criticism, and Death-Threats welcomed.